Why in Chapter Forty-Seven?
She stared at her phone screen, muttering to herself in a daze.
After waking up, I still couldn't believe what Wang Lili said about Song Yun being a wasteland. How could that be?
So she messaged Song Yun to confirm, and it turned out to be true.
As a resident of Xiaojing, Jiang Youhao felt a lack of realism, and the thought that he was a mysterious online celebrity artist made it impossible for him to interact with him naturally.
First of all, the identity of a "big shot" represents authority, and she suffers from a fear of authority.
When she sees teachers, school leaders, or classmates who are well-off but whom she doesn't know well on the street, she will take a detour for fear of running into them. Because no one has taught her how to socialize with people who are well-off, she feels nervous, fearful, and at a loss.
Whether it's Xia Yanxiao Sinian, Lu Shi'an, or Song Wenxi, no matter how normal she appears, she still harbors a bit of ingratiation and fear. It's exhausting, and she doesn't want to communicate with people like that.
But Song Yun was different. When Jiang You was with him, she always felt a sense of kinship. He also disliked socializing, didn't like crowded places, and was afraid of being the center of attention. In fact, he was even more so than her. So being with him was still a comfort zone for Jiang You.
But now tell her that Song Yun is Huangwu, who has over 600 million followers on Twitter, and one of his comics has over 100 billion views, and that Huangwu is still climbing!
My God! A hundred billion! That's ten times the population of China. With such a tycoon by her side, it feels so unreal. How can she treat it with a normal mindset?
No wonder Wang Lili reacted so strongly. Jiang You leaned back in his chair with dead fish eyes, exuding a faint sense of death.
"Jiang You, considering how good you've always been to me, you'll definitely look out for me when you become successful!" Wang Lili looked at her with bright eyes and a fawning, sly smile on her face.
Jiang You opened his mouth: "No, look at me, Song Yun might get tired of me one day. But if you want his autograph, I can still help you."
"Ugh, even getting an autograph is something I never dared to dream of..."
After a while of making a fuss, Wang Lili, no matter how excited she was, had to end the conversation because she had classes early and late the next day.
Bai Xinyue sent a message saying she wasn't going back to the dormitory, so Cheng Pandi went to the cosmetics factory that night to unscrew the bottle caps.
After taking a shower, Jiang You lay in bed, his phone overflowing with messages.
The most eye-catching one was Xiao Sinian, who received a red envelope transfer.
She opened the message, which read: "We'll be playing against Japan on October 1st. We'll be in closed training afterwards. We won't be able to eat until after October. We've also found the person who splashed the water. How do you want to deal with this?"
Jiang You breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Lili had just told him that Xiao Sinian wanted to pursue her.
She found it both unexpected and perfectly reasonable, and accepted it with a sense of absurdity.
It's not her fault; all the handsome guys she's met lately have confessed their feelings to her.
Jiang You increasingly felt that this was a setup, after all, she wasn't some kind of stunning beauty.
After replying to Xiao Sinian with an "I understand" emoji, she sent another message: [You can punish me as you see fit, thank you.]
The other party probably didn't see the message, so they didn't reply.
After receiving the red envelope, she turned off her phone, deciding to stop thinking about it. Even if it really was a setup, what could an ordinary person like her do? She should just go to sleep.
Jiang You woke up in the early morning. She got out of bed to brush her teeth and wash her face. Only after washing her face did she realize that Cheng Pandi had not yet returned.
She and Cheng Pandi were in the Chinese Literature Department, while Wang Lili and Bai Qianyue were in the Foreign Languages Department.
Jiang You picked up her and Cheng Pandi's materials on Chinese language teaching methodology and walked out, texting Cheng Pandi as she went: [Little Cheng, I've brought your materials. Just come to classroom 305 in Building B.]
Stepping out of the dormitory, I immediately saw Song Yun, who was tall and slender, standing under a tree. He was still wearing a hoodie and pants, covering his entire body completely. His head was hanging down with the hoodie hood up, so I couldn't see what he looked like.
Is this Huangwu, the big shot with 600 million followers on foreign websites?
As if sensing something, Song Yun looked up, his delicate, slightly cold, clear eyes meeting hers, and a smile bloomed within them.
“Youyou,” he immediately leaned close, “You’re out? These are meatballs I bought for you.”
Today, Song Yun wasn't wearing a mask. Her beautiful, androgynous face was bathed in the morning sunlight, shimmering like it had stepped out of a comic book.
Jiang You could clearly hear the gasps of the girls around him; some people are just so good-looking that they make people gasp in amazement.
She suppressed her racing heartbeat, took the meatballs, and pulled Song Yun away by the arm.
Why aren't you wearing a mask today?
"Let's go a little further," Jiang You asked.
Song Yun's height of nearly 1.9 meters stands out in a school where the average height is 1.7 meters. Coupled with his fully covered-up clothes in the middle of summer, he is simply a crane among chickens. If he were to show off his good looks, he would be hard to stay in the dark.
"Yesterday, you were staring at Xiao Si Nian during the opening ceremony of the sports meet because he was handsome, right?" Song Yun said slowly.
He even scolded him for it.
Jiang You ate the meatballs, his old face flushing red. You can't say that. She's appreciating it. Appreciate it, you know?
“I want you to see me that way too, so I didn’t wear a mask today,” Song Yun’s smile faded, she bit her lip lightly and lowered her eyes, “I’m sorry, I thought you would like it.”
"Hmm, hmm?" Jiang You was about to refute Song Yun when she heard him say sorry, as she wasn't staring intently at Xiao Sinian's words.
"I don't hate it, it's just too conspicuous. Can you handle it?"
If Song Yun can handle it, then she doesn't need to accompany him. Hmm, will Song Wenxi still send money after that? Isn't she losing out?
“But you’re acting really strange towards me right now,” Song Yun quickened her pace, stopped in front of her, placed her hands on her knees, met her gaze, and looked into her dark eyes with wet, brown pupils.
"You've become distant from me? Why?" Her voice was slightly hoarse, like an icy spring, seeping into my heart.
No way, she shouldn't have shown it, right? Is Song Yun that perceptive?
Jiang You's face flushed, and she looked away, bypassing him. She scratched her face and said honestly, "I didn't expect you to be Huang Wu. I used to be your fan, but I'm just not used to it now."
She thought that Song Yun would say something like, "Wasteland is wasteland, and Song Yun is Song Yun."
Unexpectedly, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, then his eyes lit up: "You like me? Then can we kiss?"
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